4 years of infidelity with my diaries…Happy birthday to my blog!!!!

I need a “Don’t talk to me, unless you have an eatable to offer” t-shirt today.

I’m having a work loaded week and today almost killed me. I know I say I like busy days at Gotham but now it’s getting bad. Anyhow, before I continue writing let me tell you why I wasn’t blogging, I’ve become addicted to “Lost” just can’t stop watching it.

I’m so angry right now, not on anyone in particular but on myself maybe. Life isn’t fair, I get that but why can’t i just find something better than Gotham. I guess it’s one of those days when everything in my body wants to quit from Gotham but then I will sleep on it, wake up, drive to work, have my cup of coffee looking at the screen only to realise I cant break the shackles of my comfort zone. Because, I already have a battle inside my head about things bigger than a boring job.

Good thing about the day, my sweet little blog has just turned 4. Yay! Happy birthday to Little Miss Obsessive’s Anatomy. Four frekin years is bloody awesome and quite decent if you think about the fact that I’m a quitter.

I love my blog because it’s the only place I get to be a free-will writer with no boss, no deadlines, no stupid same thing all day, no nothing. I have found friends here, friends with their own world of stories, friends who listen to my cribbing and still come back. I have found a place to talk, talk about anything, everything. This is one place where I can say its hurting and its hurting bad, because I don’t say that in my world, to people around.

I’m exhausted, so can’t do much “YAY” today but maybe tomorrow.

Thank you for being a part of my little blog journey, a place I can say I’m not a happy person and not a great writer, but I smile and write anyway.

Somebody told my boss that superheroes cant die…now he is testing the theory on me!!!!

Two most busiest days in my office life with today being the worst. At the end of the day im exhausted, tired and numb. I sit in my car and try to look for a song to plat enroute to my place, when my friend who can see me all exhausted asked me how am I even managing a straight okay face. He said if it was he would have cribbed and made fuss about the day.

This made me wonder why wasnt I making any fuss. I mean I m so so tired,eveything hurts, but I dont see myself troubled over the workload. Why?

Then I thought about it and realised why the busy days arent bothering me. I need to stay busy, super busy and lost in work. Because of my mental state. My mind is wavering and is struggling and not is not in a good place, so the more l work the less I think.

Or maybe m not worried because am a superhero…remember?

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